Even across the width of the football field he could pick her out, even though dhe was wrapped up against the cold wind that whistled down Welsh Valley. No clothes could hide her slim body and long flowing brunette hair. She wasn't shouting and screaming at the players like most of the other soccer mums, she just watched the play.

This wasn't the first time he had seen her, far from it. He had been watching her for some weeks now. He knew that after the game she would drop her son off at his father's place and then walk home to be alone for the rest of the day. He had it all mapped out in his mind, if she followed the same pattern today as she usually did he would make his move. He patted his overcoat pockets just to reassure himself that he had everything; his gloves and his knife.

It had been a good game, Sue thought, shame her son's side had lost 2-1, but he had played well, helping in the scoring of his side's only goal. She always looked forward to Sundays, mornings when she watched her son's football team and then after she dropped him off at his father's, she would having the whole afternoon to herself.

A long soak in the bath to start with, then lounging about in next to nothing, something she loved to do but couldn't not with Bobby about.

The icy wind was still shivering down the valley and it would be nice to get out of the cold and into that hot soapy bath. 'Perhaps later,' she thought, 'I'll get my thingie out and have a nice come, hope I've got plenty of spare batteries, I feel like a long session today with it buzzing between my thighs.'

She didn't see or feel him until she had turned the key in the lock of the front door; his hand came around her face and covered her mouth to stop her screaming and then he pushed her through the open door and into her hallway beyond.

"Scream and you're dead," he snarled holding his knife to her neck.

"P-please," she begged, but her voice caught in her throat.

With his knife still pressed against her throat he forced her to climb the stairs and into her own bedroom. With a powerful shove he pushed her onto her own bed. He followed her down, his knee pushed hard against her chest forcing all the air out of her lungs leaving her gasping for air.

With his sharp knife he attacked her coat buttons cutting them off one by one. Before she could catch her breath he had rolled her out of her thick coat leaving her in just the dress she had grabbed at the last minute from the closet before leaving in a hurry.

"Now this is how it goes," he said menacingly, his knife still in his hand but no longer pressed against her throat.

"One loud sound from you and it'll be the last you'll ever make," he threatened, "do you understand?"

She couldn't speak at all, what with the fear and her shortness of breath so she just nodded.

He didn't like to undress them he liked to cut their clothes off while watching the expression on their faces. He grabbed the neck of her dress and inserted his knife and slowly he cut downwards until it fell in two pieces.

The whole thing was totally silly she thought for she had tried to remember what she was wearing under her dress that day but her brain was still numb with fear, but why did it matter, hoping it was clean.

In fact she was wearing and old but comfortable matching bra and knickers, the only matching pair she owned. His sharp knife made short work of cutting them both off her slim body. She was naked now, her body frozen in fear and she could see his lustful eyes move up and down, devouring her. He got off the bed now and removed his own coat and gloves for he wanted to be able to feel her fine white skin.

"Please leave me alone," she whispered, trying one more time but in her heart she knew it was useless.

He was back on the bed again, his hands gentle on her body, squeezing her breasts and stoking her thighs. Man she was beautiful, he thought and he could feel his cock painfully hard in his pants. He grabbed her ankles and roughly pulled her legs open wide. For a long while he stared at her most intimate parts while stroking his harness still within his pants.

At last he moved between her spread legs, kneeling there he unzipped himself, spat on his hands and wiped his spittle over his hard cock. Moving forward again he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy and then looked up into her frightened eyes. This was the best part, seeing the fear reflected there when they knew this was it, they were going to be raped.

With a lustful smile on his face he pushed forward hard enough to cause a loud grunt of pain to escape her lips. Now he was fully inserted he paused to luxuriated in the feel of her body, his hands moved over her fine white smooth skin.

Slowly at first he withdrew himself from her body and then powerfully pushed forward again, as he picked up his pace he watched her body move under him. As always he wanted this feeling to last forever but it didn't, before he could stop himself he was pumping his goo deep inside her bucking body.

It was always the same, he thought, the fucking bitches made him come too early, what with their pretty bodies and the way they moved themselves against you. Never mind he had time, all afternoon to enjoy the bitch again before someone came a calling.

His cock became limp but it stayed within her still body. His hands moved over her fine breasts, squeezing and pinching causing her to flinch slightly. Slowly his cock started to swell again, this time he swore he would last a long, long time.

He thrust into her with a nice rhythm and he could feel his second orgasm coming. He picked up the knife from where he had dropped it and placed it against the pulse in her neck.

"No please," she begged as she saw the killer look on his face. "Please I won't tell," she begged, "and you can come back anytime you want."

The timing had to be just perfect to get the maximum enjoyment out of the act. With his first spurt of come he slashed his sharp blade through her slim neck, severing her artery and causing a fountain of blood to jet into the air.

This'd be the last time this fucking bitch twitched her arse at some guy, he thought, as his last dribble of his come emerged from his cock and his orgasm subsided, her body twitched a few times and then it was still.

The End

STORY by JAX 22/2/04
Picture of romangirl by Ben Herr